The Canadian Spirit

When the diminishing light has finally died
and cold has gripped the landscape;
the first star will appear
as frost forms upon the window.

We Canadians take a breath of winter life
stepping upon fallen snow.
The evening star lights our path through sleeping maples
bringing us childhood memories.

Skating upon the frozen pond
in the heart of a wilderness that can never be tamed.
We, the True North shall sing our song
as more stars arrive to celebrate.

Snow Angels appear from nowhere
a shooting star says follow me
the moon illuminates the snow
asking the ancient question
Do you still believe in magic?

A million paths lead to our land
and a million paths spread throughout our country
yet we all share one winter
in the heartland of the north.

And when the last star fades
and the warmth of our home calls us back
we shall all dream under the new moon
as the shooting star says goodnight.

***May the God of your understanding***
bless you in all that you do.

Merry Christmas
Michael and Cheryl Plante